Deep inside my body
my heart is turning black...

I sit alone in the attic
holding on to something deep inside...

Poor baby kaylen
her body grew cold...

Are you afraid of the dark
when the creatures come out to play...

Walking silently to-wards the mirror
a young girl as skinny as can be...

Dear Mike,
You know it’s almost Christmas...

My time has come
I’ll be leaving soon...

We were going to get our pictures taken,
and you told me to fix up my face...

Screaming Inside
as the red falls from my wrist...

The end of my heartache
will come with the end of my life...

Lead to the dark river
she cries tears of red...

My skin is growing cold
as deaths whisper is close upon my neck...